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 Laos and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Index to the disco 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
The Smiths,
Nick Fraelich,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
The Trojans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Visage,
The Five Americans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
The Martian,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.