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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ossler,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.