Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Korea North and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Magma,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
Q65,
The Slackers,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
Suicide,
June of 44,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.