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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flipper,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
The Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
KRS-One,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.