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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Main Source,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Howard Jones,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
The Happenings,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.