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 Korea South and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun City Girls,
Anakelly,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Evens,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.