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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
This Heat,
L. Decosne,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Kaleidoscope,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cal Tjader,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.