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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
The Monochrome Set,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Faraquet,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.