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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Altered Images,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.