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 Malta 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
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 rhodes 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Techniques,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Inner City,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
CMW,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
cv313,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Guru Guru,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.