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 Panama and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Slick Rick,
Gang Green,
Magma,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Nas,
June of 44,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.