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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Franke,
Q65,
Smog,
Icehouse,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
the Association,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Television,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
This Heat,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.