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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Faust,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.