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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Mandrill,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.