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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Roxette,
The Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Make Up,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
The Knickerbockers,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.