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 Israel and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Magma to the disco 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faust,
Model 500,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Make Up,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.