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 New Zealand and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
the Association,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Mantronix,
Ultravox,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.