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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Television,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Organ,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Sandy B,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Carl Craig,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
JFA,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
The Cowsills,
AZ,
The Slits,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.