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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Dawn Penn,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
U.S. Maple,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.