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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lindisfarne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Graham Central Station,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
The Busters,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vainqueur,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.