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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Brick,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.