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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
Morten Harket,
Interpol,
Von Mondo,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
Average White Band,
the Association,
The Gun Club,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.