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 Luxembourg and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Skriet,
Altered Images,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
cv313,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
June of 44,
Supertramp,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.