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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Josef K,
The Move,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
T.S.O.L.,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.