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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
The Detroit Cobras,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scrapy,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.