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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
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 güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
New Order,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Josef K,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.