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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
DNA,
Liliput,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
AZ,
The Techniques,
June of 44,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Tremeloes,
Hot Snakes,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.