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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
EPMD,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
cv313,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Black Sheep,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.