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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the electroclash 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nas,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
The Human League,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.