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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Infiniti,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.