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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
Parry Music,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.