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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier 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?
Newcleus,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eddi Front,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
The Doobie Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Skarface,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Blake Baxter,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.