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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rock 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Parry Music,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Dark Day,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sällskapet,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
The Monks,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.