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 Iceland and from London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Radiohead,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.