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 Albania 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Slick Rick,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marvin Gaye,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Susan Cadogan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Bill Near,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
The Remains,
Subhumans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.