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 Indonesia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 The Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
MDC,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.