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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 China Crisis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.