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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Bluetip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Section 25,
Japan,
Audionom,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.