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 Portugal and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Deakin,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
The Human League,
John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.