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 Benin and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product 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?
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Fear,
Model 500,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Franke,
Lyres,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Pole,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
Parry Music,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.