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 Paraguay and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Skarface,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
The Residents,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.