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 Iran and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Associates,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Monolake,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
The Music Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.