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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Swans,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Urselle,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Delta 5,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.