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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cramps,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
X-101,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.