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 Turkey and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy Collins,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Magma,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
The Pretty Things,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.