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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Cure to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
The Selecter,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Index,
The Doors,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Brass Construction,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.