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 Croatia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Smog,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Hardrive,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Soft Cell,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.