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 Jordan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Scrapy 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
The Saints,
Arab on Radar,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
CMW,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Sex Pistols,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.