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 Belarus and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pierre Henry,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.