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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Malaria!,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Inner City,
EPMD,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.