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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Residents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monks,
Nas,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.