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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
One Last Wish,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monks,
The Blackbyrds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.