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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hoover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
JFA,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.