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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
The Music Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.