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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Shoche,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Public Enemy,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.