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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Howard Jones to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Smog,
Brick,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Negative Approach,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Pagans,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
These Immortal Souls,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Skarface,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.