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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Crime,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Althea and Donna,
The Toasters,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Adolescents,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.