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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Michelle Simonal,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Television,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
DNA,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.