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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eric Dolphy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Organ,
Nas,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eurythmics,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.