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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Womack,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.