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 Cambodia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
the Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echospace,
Graham Central Station,
The Evens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sarah Menescal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Rekid,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.