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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba 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 B.T. Express to the funk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The New Christs,
Vainqueur,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
These Immortal Souls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Con Funk Shun,
Joyce Sims,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tubeway Army,
Crash Course in Science,
Dawn Penn,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.