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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Joey Negro to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joensuu 1685,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.