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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Slackers,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.