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 Rwanda and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dead Boys,
The Sonics,
Q65,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.