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 Venezuela and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Warren Ellis,
Wire,
Unwound,
Scion,
Hashim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Slick Rick,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.