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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
X-Ray Spex,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Warsaw,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.