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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mo-Dettes,
Danielle Patucci,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.