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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Joey Negro,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Ronan,
The Victims,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.