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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Slick Rick,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Kurtis Blow,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Pulsallama,
The Kinks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.