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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
The Slits,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.