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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Rites of Spring to the disco 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.