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 the UAE and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.