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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Urselle to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Motorama,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Gang Starr,
ABC,
Camouflage,
The Five Americans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.