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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Freddie Wadling,
the Germs,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Nico,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Accadde A,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.