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 Swaziland and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Franke,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Swell Maps,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
10cc,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Lalann,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.