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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Dark Day,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Deadbeat,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.