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 Liberia and from Lille.
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 Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Golliwogs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Loose Ends,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.