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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the jazz 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Inner City,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.