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 Guyana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Gories to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Gories,
Index,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Visage,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Skriet,
Sparks,
Severed Heads,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
The Standells,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.