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 Pakistan and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
JFA,
Cymande,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.