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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.