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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Alarm Clocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Warsaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Ronan,
These Immortal Souls,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.