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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grunge 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Cymande,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Oneida,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
MC5,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.