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 Qatar and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
ABBA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Trumans Water,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.