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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '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 Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
Soul II Soul,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
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The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.