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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
DNA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Make Up,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Sarah Menescal,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.