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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dirtbombs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Toni Rubio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Aaron Thompson,
Jawbox,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.