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 Sierra Leone and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonic Youth,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.