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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Smog,
The Saints,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
Circle Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Tom Boy,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.