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 Slovenia 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
The Smiths,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
JFA,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.