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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Masters at Work,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Brothers Johnson,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.