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 Mali and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Chris Corsano,
The Saints,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Index,
Ohio Players,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Sixth Finger,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.