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 Libya and from London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q and Not U,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
a-ha,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.