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 Senegal 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Idris Muhammad,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Axelrod,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.