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 Italy and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Warren Ellis to the grime 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
the Association,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo,
The United States of America,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Swell Maps,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.