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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Andrew Hill,
Sparks,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
The Cure,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.