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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Excepter,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.