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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Procol Harum,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.