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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric Dolphy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
David McCallum,
Ponytail,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Spoonie Gee,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
X-101,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.