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 Nigeria 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Morten Harket,
Mandrill,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
The New Christs,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
The Mojo Men,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Supertramp,
Icehouse,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Fear,
Grauzone,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.