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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Minutemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Marine Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.