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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.