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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Slackers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Von Mondo,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Franke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.