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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Saccharine Trust,
the Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Gong,
The Fugs,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.