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 Tunisia 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
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 arpeggiator 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Aural Exciters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.