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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Ultravox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
Marine Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Reagan Youth,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Association,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.