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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 T. Rex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
Television Personalities,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Black Flag,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.