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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Cluster,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
The Kinks,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.