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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Fugazi,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Jerry's Kids,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.