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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 MDC to the dance 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Almond,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.