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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 the Swans to the jazz 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Black Sheep,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
The Names,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.