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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
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 spring reverb 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Warren Ellis,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.