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 Togo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
Nick Fraelich,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
E-Dancer,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.