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 Fiji and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Anakelly,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Icehouse,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Moss Icon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.