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 Kenya and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Babytalk,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bootsy Collins,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
ABC,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Mr. Review,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.