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 San Marino 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Siglo XX to the rap 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
The Victims,
Can,
H. Thieme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Index,
Scion,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Wire,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.