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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Tears for Fears to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Jandek,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
The Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.