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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Gong to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Bush Tetras,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Panda Bear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.