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 Ivory Coast and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Godley & Creme,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Surgeon,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division,
Sällskapet,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.