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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Misunderstood 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Josef K,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Section 25,
Nils Olav,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Wyatt,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.