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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Massinfluence to the rock 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
Funkadelic,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stiv Bators,
Dead Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.