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 Libya and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Urselle,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.