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 Rwanda and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Jandek,
Davy DMX,
Swans,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Minutemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
X-102,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.