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 Nicaragua and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Marmalade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.