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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blake Baxter to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wire,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Scion,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.