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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Offenders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Martian,
Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Copeland,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.