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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nico,
Model 500,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.