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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Oneida to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
T.S.O.L.,
Eddi Front,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
the Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Johnny Clarke,
Excepter,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Audionom,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.