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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funky Four + One,
Scientists,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
Joy Division,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.