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 Comoros and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radiohead to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Suicide,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.