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 East Timor and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the disco 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Modern Lovers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Raincoats,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Tom Boy,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The Residents,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.