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 Kiribati and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
The Leaves,
Nico,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.