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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the disco 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
the Swans,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
Mantronix,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Trumans Water,
Pulsallama,
Piero Umiliani,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
The Remains,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
The Slits,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Vainqueur,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.