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 Nigeria and from Seoul.
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 Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Sällskapet,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.