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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mars to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Bush Tetras,
Oneida,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doors,
The Tremeloes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scion,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.