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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
The Cowsills,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.