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 Grenada and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Suicide to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Qualms,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Mark Hollis,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.