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 Iceland and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the dance 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Names,
Alphaville,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
China Crisis,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Average White Band,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.