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 Albania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Soft Cell,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Names,
The Index,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mission of Burma,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.