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 Lesotho and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Cameo,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.