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 Angola and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen 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?
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
Intrusion,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
Mr. Review,
The Saints,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.