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 Palau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Funky Four + One,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
James White and The Blacks,
Buzzcocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Near,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.