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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Martian,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Faust,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
H. Thieme,
John Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.