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 Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q65,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Liliput,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Neu!,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.