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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Basic Channel,
John Foxx,
The Standells,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.