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 States and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cheater Slicks,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Oneida,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Brothers Johnson,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.