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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.