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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
David Axelrod,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.