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 Egypt and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Steve Hackett,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Cluster,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.