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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
X-101,
The Residents,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
The Slackers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.