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 Australia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Kayak to the punk 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
Radio Birdman,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Massinfluence,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.