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 Sri Lanka and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fugs to the electroclash 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Görl,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Yaz,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.