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 Senegal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
MDC,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shuggie Otis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.