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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlback,
Subhumans,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Isaac Hayes,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
The Real Kids,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Banda Bassotti,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.