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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Wake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
B.T. Express,
The Knickerbockers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.