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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Urselle,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Sarah Menescal,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
The Skatalites,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Outsiders,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ronnie Foster,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.