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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visage,
The Gories,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Donny Hathaway,
Silicon Teens,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells,
Sonny Sharrock,
Duran Duran,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Warsaw,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.