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 Lesotho and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
Urselle,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Quando Quango,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.