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 Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shoche,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.