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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
Bob Dylan,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Pet Shop Boys,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Albert Ayler,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.