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 Panama and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
the Association,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.