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 Dominica 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minny Pops,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.