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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
The Leaves,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.