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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
the Normal,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.