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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Zero Boys to the jazz 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Barbara Tucker,
R.M.O.,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
UT,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.