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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris Corsano,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.