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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxette,
Pagans,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Mandrill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
LL Cool J,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Whodini,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Josef K,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MC5,
June Days,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.