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 China and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
10cc,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.