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 Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Minor Threat,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Livin' Joy,
the Association,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
The Wake,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.