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 Nauru 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.