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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Quadrant,
Spoonie Gee,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Nas,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Cymande,
One Last Wish,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Scan 7,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.