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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moebius to the grunge 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unwound,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Wire,
Man Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Fear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.