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 Russia and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Hot Snakes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Outsiders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Saccharine Trust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
Tears for Fears,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.