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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the punk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
June Days,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sound,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.