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 Paraguay 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalann,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.