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 Egypt and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.