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 Slovakia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.