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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
Can,
Colin Newman,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
David Axelrod,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Stiv Bators,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hot Snakes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Robert Görl,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gong,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.