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 Kosovo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 snare 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
John Cale,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Livin' Joy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Sun City Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
Swans,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.