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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 The Busters to the dance 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Rod Modell,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
Magma,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Blake Baxter,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.