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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Reagan Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
Brick,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Index,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.