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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Albert Ayler to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Clarke,
Ossler,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Can,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Terry Callier,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
The Flesh Eaters,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.