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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Hot Snakes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.