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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
The Cowsills,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Tropical Tobacco,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.