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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Davy DMX,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Amazonics,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.