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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the jazz 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blues Magoos,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Lindisfarne,
JFA,
Cymande,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.