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 Russia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Searchers to the punk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Scientists,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.