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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Sight & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Moby Grape,
Judy Mowatt,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
Ituana,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.