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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the punk 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Lungfish,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.