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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.