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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Lyres,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.