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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.