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 Mauritania and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Black Pus,
Roxette,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Can,
World's Most,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.