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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lower 48 to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Susan Cadogan,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.