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 Senegal and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
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 snare 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 Lou Christie 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bluetip,
The United States of America,
PIL,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Gang Green,
Faust,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.