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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Model 500 to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Mars,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.