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 Turkey and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Hardrive,
Magma,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.