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 Zambia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.