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 Liechtenstein and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Slits,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neu!,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Raincoats,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.