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 Haiti and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mad Mike,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.