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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Von Mondo,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
the Association,
Unrelated Segments,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.