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 Philippines and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the crunk 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Yusef Lateef,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.