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 Gambia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Massinfluence,
Dennis Brown,
Peter & Gordon,
Nico,
Lalann,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Cal Tjader,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.