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 Ivory Coast and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Traffic Nightmare to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
Mandrill,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Wally Richardson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Aloha Tigers,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.