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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the grime 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Underground Resistance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.