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 Jordan 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grunge 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
New Order,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Moebius,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
The Motions,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.