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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Nils Olav,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Lebanon Hanover,
Excepter,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
the Sonics,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.