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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
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 linndrum 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 Radiohead 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nas,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Public Enemy,
R.M.O.,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Mandrill,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.