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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Qualms,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Pierre Henry,
Dark Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slave,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.