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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lungfish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
DNA,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
Amazonics,
Rites of Spring,
The Kinks,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
New York Dolls,
The Pretty Things,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.