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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
The Sound,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.