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 Lagos.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Ituana,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.