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 Somalia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kayak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
Pagans,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Chris & Cosey,
New Order,
Popol Vuh,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.