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 Korea North and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
UT,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Index,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.