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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Blossom Toes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Slave,
Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
The Smiths,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funky Four + One,
Underground Resistance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.