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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
Tubeway Army,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.