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 Morocco and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Brick,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Toni Rubio,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.