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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin 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 The Birthday Party to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liliput,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.