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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
The Index,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Anakelly,
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.