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 Belize and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
Icehouse,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Roxy Music,
Swans,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Beau Brummels,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
The American Breed,
Stiv Bators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.