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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Stiv Bators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Roxette,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
Black Moon,
The Move,
Smog,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Magma,
June of 44,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Q65,
R.M.O.,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.