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 San Marino 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Eric Copeland to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Crispy Ambulance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Yazoo,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.