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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scientists,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.