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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pop Group to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
Gong,
10cc,
Neu!,
The Victims,
Liliput,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blancmange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rufus Thomas,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.