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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minor Threat,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Skriet,
The United States of America,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Darondo,
AZ,
Scott Walker,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Quadrant,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deakin,
Scientists,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.