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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Kas Product,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Smog,
Qualms,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.