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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
The Music Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Grey Daturas,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
New Order,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.