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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Mills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Ohio Players,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
The Seeds,
Joensuu 1685,
ABBA,
Zapp,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Fear,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.