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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Kas Product to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Wings,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Barrington Levy,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
The Stooges,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
Boz Scaggs,
Ponytail,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.