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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Fear,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.