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 Nicaragua 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
The Mummies,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.