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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
New Order,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.