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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Terry Callier,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zapp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Erasure,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Nico,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Remains,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.