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 Cape Verde 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
James White and The Blacks,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Juan Atkins,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.