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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Joensuu 1685,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
The Skatalites,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Nico,
The Litter,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Scott Walker,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Yazoo,
Dual Sessions,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.