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 Ethiopia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
CMW,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.