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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.