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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Technova,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Magma,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
the Normal,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.