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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Josef K 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.