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 Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Black Sheep,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Schoolly D,
Moebius,
Technova,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Jacob Miller,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Index,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.