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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Deakin,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Goldenarms,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.