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 China and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 rhodes 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 Malaria! to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Tremeloes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Fatback Band,
The Dead C,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
the Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
Zero Boys,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.