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 Lithuania 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Can,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.