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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Swell Maps,
KRS-One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Moon,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neu!,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.