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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
The Cure,
Jeff Lynne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Tom Boy,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Vogues,
JFA,
The Evens,
Erasure,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.