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 Israel and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
Subhumans,
Flash Fearless,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Nils Olav,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.