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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
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 marimba 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
The Walker Brothers,
Newcleus,
X-101,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
The Index,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Bronski Beat,
Jawbox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Pet Shop Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.