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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Sneak,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
CMW,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.