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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter and Kerry,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pere Ubu,
X-101,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Idris Muhammad,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.