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 Malawi and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Tres Demented,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amazonics,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.