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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bluetip,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Laurel Aitken,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Rites of Spring,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronan,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pop Group,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.