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 Micronesia and from Accra.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the crunk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Newcleus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Gong,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.