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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
LL Cool J,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Ohio Players,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.