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 Russia and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Rosa Yemen,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
the Association,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.