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 Seychelles and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Jerry's Kids,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.