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 Chad and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Black Pus,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Eurythmics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
U.S. Maple,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.