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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.