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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 K-Klass to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
MDC,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.