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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
The Index,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Mission of Burma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Accadde A,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.