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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Ossler,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
Juan Atkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
10cc,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.