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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Intrusion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moebius,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Lakeside,
Franke,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.