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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
The Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
UT,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.