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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 CMW to the jazz 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
Minor Threat,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q and Not U,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Supertramp,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.