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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Organ,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Excepter,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.