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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Maurizio to the dance 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Marc Almond,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
The Fuzztones,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
The Cowsills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thompson Twins,
Godley & Creme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.