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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
Jacques Brel,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Monolake,
Hashim,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.