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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bill Wells,
The Gladiators,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Letta Mbulu,
Oblivians,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
UT,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.