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 Palau and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Wyatt,
the Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
Tim Buckley,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-102,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.