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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
T. Rex,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Real Kids,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.