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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Wings,
the Normal,
Can,
The Evens,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anakelly,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
Rekid,
Television,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Barry Ungar,
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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.