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 Seychelles and from Edmonton.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Junior Murvin,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-101,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Smog,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Crooked Eye,
Panda Bear,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.