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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Al Stewart to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
Roxy Music,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.