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 Bolivia and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slave,
Fat Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.