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 Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Vogues,
Smog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.