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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Roxette,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Little Man,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.