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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the disco 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Kayak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Yazoo,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erykah Badu,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Roxette,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.