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 India and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the techno 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aswad,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Tres Demented,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.