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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Motions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.