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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
Television,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Nas,
Black Moon,
Jacob Miller,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.