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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Buzzcocks,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
10cc,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.