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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Japan,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marmalade,
Stereo Dub,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Country Teasers,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.