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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Suburban Knight,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Massinfluence,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Visage,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.