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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Clear Light,
Little Man,
Deakin,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eurythmics,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.