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 Turkey and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Evens to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
The Motions,
Ludus,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Quantec,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric Copeland,
Trumans Water,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.