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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Pagans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Moon,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.