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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agitation Free,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Minutemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
48th St. Collective,
Pagans,
The Fall,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.