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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
June of 44,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
the Association,
AZ,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
the Normal,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.