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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier,
Rakim,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Little Man,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.