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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Gang Starr,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Adolescents,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Swell Maps,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.