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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the dance 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Iggy Pop,
Black Moon,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.