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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Barracudas,
Sonny Sharrock,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.