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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Slits,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crime,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monks,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.