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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
JFA,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Jawbox,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Rakim,
10cc,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Scientists,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.