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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Freddie Wadling,
Lightning Bolt,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Amazonics,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
The Raincoats,
Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Wings,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.