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 Turkmenistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Agent Orange,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.