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 Poland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Alice Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Roxy Music,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Roger Hodgson,
Deakin,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Monks,
The Human League,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.