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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the funk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Whodini,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.