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 the UAE and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Warsaw to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Aaron Thompson,
Niagra,
Gong,
The United States of America,
The Slackers,
John Holt,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Smog,
Mark Hollis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Laurel Aitken,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.