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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.