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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Roxette to the disco 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars 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?
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
Whodini,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
Depeche Mode,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Organ,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.