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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.