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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Move,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Birthday Party,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.