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 Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Drive Like Jehu,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.