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 Jordan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the grunge 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terry Callier,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Mars,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Tomorrow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics,
Stereo Dub,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.