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 Russia and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
The Wake,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fall,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
In Retrospect,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Residents,
The Evens,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.