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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Echospace,
Organ,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Invisible,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Urselle,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.