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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
John Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
Skriet,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.