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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
Gang Starr,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Brass Construction,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Kerri Chandler,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scientists,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Wire,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
Royal Trux,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.