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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Newcleus to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Delta 5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lyres,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
The Modern Lovers,
Matthew Halsall,
The Tremeloes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Cameo,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.