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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 synthesizer 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 James White and The Blacks to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Lou Christie,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
The Pop Group,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Bananas,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.