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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Buckinghams,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Adolescents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.