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 Afghanistan 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Q65,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Joyce Sims,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.