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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Scion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Flipper,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
Organ,
the Association,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gladiators,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Angry Samoans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Litter,
Mars,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.