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 Eritrea 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Con Funk Shun,
UT,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.