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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
10cc,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
DNA,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Sound Behaviour,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slits,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.