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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
Lyres,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Unrelated Segments,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
John Holt,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.