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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Skriet to the funk 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Green,
The Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
10cc,
Scion,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.