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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Audionom,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Urselle,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
The Gories,
June Days,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.