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 Tanzania and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Tubeway Army 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
Parry Music,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Wings,
Y Pants,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.