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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 guitar 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Walker Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
CMW,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.