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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Rod Modell,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Brick,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Todd Terry,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Patti Smith,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.