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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
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 synthesizer 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Rapeman,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Section 25,
Swans,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.