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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 the Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arab on Radar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roger Hodgson,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.