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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Funkadelic,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.