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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 The Electric Prunes to the grime 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Metal Thangz,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
the Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
The Cramps,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.