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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s 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 Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
T. Rex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Sandy B,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Cymande,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
The Sound,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.