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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.