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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mummies,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Surgeon,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.