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 Greece and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.