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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
cv313,
The Vogues,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Wire,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.