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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
Fatback Band,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Green,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy Collins,
Heaven 17,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.