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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos 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?
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
The Sound,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
The Litter,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.