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 South Africa and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Visage,
June Days,
Sam Rivers,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minnie Riperton,
Anakelly,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.