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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Grauzone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
John Holt,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.