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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
10cc,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Offenders,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Niagra,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.