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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Joy Division,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Althea and Donna,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Eli Mardock,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slave,
the Association,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.