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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the dance 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Brick,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tim Buckley,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.