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 Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Don Cherry,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Eurythmics,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eden Ahbez,
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Funky Four + One,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
DNA,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.