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 Yemen and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Donny Hathaway,
Newcleus,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Cluster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.