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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 cv313 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Busters,
Mars,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rod Modell,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
the Association,
Blake Baxter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.