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 Jordan and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Smog,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Zapp,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Easy Going,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television Personalities,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rekid,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.