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 Cairo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Goldenarms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Liliput,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Animal Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.