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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonic Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Howard Jones,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.