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 Mongolia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Parry Music,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Negative Approach,
X-102,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.