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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
UT,
Wings,
Icehouse,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.