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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 X-102 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Scrapy,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.