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 Libya and from Madrid.
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 Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Cal Tjader,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fall,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.