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 Malta and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Golliwogs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.