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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mission of Burma,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
DJ Style,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Wings,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
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Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Urselle,
Rites of Spring,
Heaven 17,
Drexciya,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Joe Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.