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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Heaven 17,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
Gabor Szabo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.