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 Kenya and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Youth Brigade to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sex Pistols,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Model 500,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.