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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
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 oboe 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 Amon Düül II to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.