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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 T. Rex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Hashim,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Aural Exciters,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.