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 Tuvalu and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deepchord,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.