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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
the Association,
EPMD,
Josef K,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiohead,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Jimmy McGriff,
H. Thieme,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.