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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
The Evens,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
Be Bop Deluxe,
AZ,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Pole,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.