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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Youth Brigade,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Scion,
Severed Heads,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
The Names,
China Crisis,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Smog,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Section 25,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.