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 Tuvalu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
MC5,
Nas,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
The Associates,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.