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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Görl,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Can,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.