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 Brazil and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Japan,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Schoolly D,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
MDC,
Trumans Water,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crooked Eye,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
a-ha,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.