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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Maleditus Sound,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Womack,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Bad Manners,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.