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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grunge 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Hoover,
Susan Cadogan,
The Names,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Skriet,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.