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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Marine Girls,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Eating Sloth,
June Days,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Gong,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Nico,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Model 500,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Drexciya,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.