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 Moldova and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
the Human League,
Panda Bear,
Don Cherry,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Peter & Gordon,
Franke,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Mills,
Unwound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Rundgren,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.