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 Burkina 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Ultimate Spinach,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The Black Dice,
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Robert Hood,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Gong,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
DNA,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
One Last Wish,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Lakeside,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.