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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Man Parrish,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.