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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
This Heat,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
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.