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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Second Layer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Nico,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.