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 Serbia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
Jimmy McGriff,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Evens,
Lyres,
Q65,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.