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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Ludus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Deakin,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.