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 Latvia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
X-102,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
One Last Wish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
The Invisible,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Eddi Front,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
Mo-Dettes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.