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 Lebanon and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Sugar Minott,
Marvin Gaye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sonic Youth,
One Last Wish,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
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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.