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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Rakim,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Martian,
Gabor Szabo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads,
Oneida,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Moebius,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Symarip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.