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 Moldova and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Danielle Patucci,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Guru Guru,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
Theoretical Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Section 25,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.