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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator 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 Radiopuhelimet to the techno 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.