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 United States and from New York.
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 Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kevin Saunderson 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
OOIOO,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Mars,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.