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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the grunge 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erykah Badu,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
Tubeway Army,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Index,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
The Associates,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Sound,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.