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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the punk 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Mars,
Supertramp,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Interpol,
Alphaville,
The Evens,
Japan,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.