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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Leaves to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
CMW,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Swans,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Sex Pistols,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
Terry Callier,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.