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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Litter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lower 48,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Altered Images,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.