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 Mauritania and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
Soft Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.