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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Marmalade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Ohio Players,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Graham Central Station,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Josef K,
UT,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Groovy Waters,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.