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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Erykah Badu to the funk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Erasure,
MC5,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Raincoats,
Darondo,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.