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 Croatia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
The Victims,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.