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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 oboe 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
The Litter,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.