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 Estonia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Joyce Sims,
Donald Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Sarah Menescal,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.