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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Urselle to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Slave,
Supertramp,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Chrome,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.