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 Gambia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Y Pants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Animal Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Lower 48,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Urselle,
Sällskapet,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.