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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Reed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.