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 Djibouti and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiohead,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
In Retrospect,
Lungfish,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.