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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Fear,
Index,
Tommy Roe,
Sixth Finger,
Quantec,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
UT,
John Holt,
cv313,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Mantronix,
Ten City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.