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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.