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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dennis Brown to the crunk 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Smiths,
ABC,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Pole,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.