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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Hoover to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Charles Mingus,
Warsaw,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.