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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Ice-T,
Nils Olav,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Ken Boothe,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
Quadrant,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.