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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mandrill to the disco 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Selecter,
Deepchord,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
Minnie Riperton,
Spoonie Gee,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
the Association,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.