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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
The Monks,
UT,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Gichy Dan,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
MDC,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.