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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Grauzone to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Jerry's Kids,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.