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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Guru Guru,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Carl Craig,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Malaria!,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.