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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Can,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Massinfluence,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.