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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
The Residents,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
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.