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 Bangladesh and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Steve Hackett,
Crime,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T.S.O.L.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.