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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 H. Thieme to the funk 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Techniques,
UT,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Procol Harum,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.