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 Jordan and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 808 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monochrome Set,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Pagans,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Theoretical Girls,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.