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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mandrill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Amon Düül II,
Agitation Free,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MDC,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.