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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Accadde A,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.