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 Jordan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Heaven 17 to the dance 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.