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 Guinea and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Excepter,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Khruangbin,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Martian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.