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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Brick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
ABBA,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.