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 San Marino and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
MDC,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
The Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.