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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
Bang On A Can,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
the Swans,
UT,
Nirvana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.