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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 UT to the techno 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
The Five Americans,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.