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 Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Smoke to the disco 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spoonie Gee,
Magma,
Black Flag,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.