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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Neu!,
Wings,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Maleditus Sound,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.