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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bronski Beat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Eurythmics,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.