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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Hasil Adkins to the grunge 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Josef K,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
Japan,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.