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 Honduras 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the techno 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barry Ungar,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pulsallama,
Lakeside,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
Liliput,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Pole,
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.