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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Shuggie Otis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Danielle Patucci,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Radiohead,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.