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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Busters to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.