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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 UT to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
10cc,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Young Marble Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Glenn Branca,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.