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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Laurel Aitken,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.