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 Czech Republic and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
UT,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cameo,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Motorama,
Babytalk,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.