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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Move,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.