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 Mauritania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Metal Thangz,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.