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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Pus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skarface,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.