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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Names,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
John Coltrane,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Index,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Al Stewart,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.