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 Oman and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Main Source,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cramps,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Outsiders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Susan Cadogan,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
Technova,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.