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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the punk 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.