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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Magma,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Colin Newman,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
MC5,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.