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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Groovy Waters,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Henry Cow,
Quadrant,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
Porter Ricks,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.