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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the jazz 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
MDC,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
New Order,
Smog,
Animal Collective,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.