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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Supertramp,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Anakelly,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.