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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Index,
Ludus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxy Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Darondo,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
The Associates,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.