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 Portugal and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Associates,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.