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 Congo and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Quando Quango,
Qualms,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Young Marble Giants,
Sandy B,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.