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 Romania and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Patti Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.