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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the techno 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Soul II Soul,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
10cc,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.