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 Guinea-Bissau and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Main Source,
ABBA,
UT,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.