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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Marc Almond,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
The Music Machine,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.