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 Seychelles and from Mexico City.
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 Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Happenings,
The Cowsills,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.