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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Boredoms,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Ponytail,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.