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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Niagra,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.