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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra,
Adolescents,
The Velvet Underground,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Slick Rick,
Infiniti,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Fear,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Danielle Patucci,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.