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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Cramps to the electroclash 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green 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?
Qualms,
Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
FM Einheit,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
ABC,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
the Germs,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
Sparks,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.