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 Syria and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Section 25 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.