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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
The Birthday Party,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
The Evens,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rekid,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.