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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
The Skatalites,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Magma,
Goldenarms,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Nas,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.