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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Shoche to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.