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 Rwanda and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the rock 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visage,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
The Skatalites,
Yaz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mission of Burma,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Marmalade,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.