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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Gang Green to the funk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jandek,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
JFA,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
The Pretty Things,
The Dead C,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.