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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Scientists,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Accadde A,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.