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 South Sudan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 John Lydon to the techno 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Tears for Fears,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Barbara Tucker,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Clear Light,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.