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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter & Gordon,
The Human League,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
World's Most,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Silicon Teens,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.