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 Korea South and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Patti Smith to the rock 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Inner City,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
cv313,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
E-Dancer,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.