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 Antigua and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Liliput to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Q65,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.