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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
Ice-T,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Sheep,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.