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 Ireland and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Aural Exciters,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
This Heat,
David Axelrod,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Arcadia,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Severed Heads,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.