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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Urselle,
Eli Mardock,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.