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 Swaziland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gichy Dan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Liliput,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.