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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Move to the rap 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Index,
The Sound,
X-102,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monochrome Set,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Clarke,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.