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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.