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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jacques Brel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
Bobby Womack,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Iggy Pop,
The United States of America,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Happenings,
The Index,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.