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 Barbados and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Oblivians to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
China Crisis,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Swell Maps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
James White and The Blacks,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dead C,
Barry Ungar,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.