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 Barbados and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MDC,
Cymande,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Dark Day,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
The Sonics,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.