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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ultra Naté to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Can,
The Saints,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Quantec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Agent Orange,
Khruangbin,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Surgeon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rites of Spring,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.