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 Kenya 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Sonic Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.