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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Golliwogs to the techno 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
MC5,
Ponytail,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Last Poets,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Human League,
Japan,
JFA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tom Boy,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Funkadelic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.