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 Iran and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
R.M.O.,
Marc Almond,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Mandrill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
The Barracudas,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
The Mojo Men,
Heaven 17,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.