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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 ABBA to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Minor Threat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Monks,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Faraquet,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
Tropical Tobacco,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Popol Vuh,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Donald Byrd,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Parry Music,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.