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 Nicaragua and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
Monks,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.