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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Wire,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.