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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim 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?
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Kayak,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
Negative Approach,
Charles Mingus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.