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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
The Slackers,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.