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 Mauritius and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.