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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Five Americans,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Erasure,
The Human League,
Amon Düül,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.