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 Mali and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
Sparks,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Skaos,
Ossler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.