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 Egypt and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Amazonics,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantytec,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Model 500,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.