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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Flipper,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Crooked Eye,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Supertramp,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.