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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The Angels of Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.