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 Colombia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Scratch Acid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.