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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Monks,
Adolescents,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Harmonia,
Excepter,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.