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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
MDC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masters at Work,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Roxy Music,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
The Sound,
The Busters,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.