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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Livin' Joy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Niagra,
PIL,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
MC5,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Clear Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.