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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
June of 44,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alice Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
LL Cool J,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.