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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Cameo,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pere Ubu,
The J.B.'s,
Jeff Lynne,
the Soft Cell,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Mad Mike,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.