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 Brunei and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Hill to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Depeche Mode,
Janne Schatter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Average White Band,
Minutemen,
Warsaw,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Freddie Wadling,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Pagans,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
The Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.