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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Grass Roots,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.