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 El Salvador and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Trojans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Aural Exciters,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.