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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Gahan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Average White Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
The Associates,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
Toni Rubio,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.