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 Colombia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Kurtis Blow 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Malaria!,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Thompson Twins,
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Livin' Joy,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.