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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
the Association,
the Swans,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.