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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Kayak to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Das Ding,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.