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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
The Evens,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
The Tremeloes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Rekid,
Gang Starr,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.