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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Siglo XX,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
John Lydon,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.