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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
New Age Steppers,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Scion,
New Order,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.