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 Philippines 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare 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 Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alphaville,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Massinfluence,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.