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 Vanuatu and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Leaves to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Pole,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Slave,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Radiohead,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Ituana,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.