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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
The Litter,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hashim,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Harmonia,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.