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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Y Pants,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Maleditus Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.