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 Poland and from Portland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Loose Ends,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Audionom,
Neil Young,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Amazonics,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.