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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Bluetip,
The Fortunes,
Alison Limerick,
Marmalade,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Associates,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.