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 Bolivia 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Robert Palmer 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 Buzzcocks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Connie Case,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Inner City,
The Names,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deakin,
Whodini,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Jeff Lynne,
Boz Scaggs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.