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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
Morten Harket,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.