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 Finland and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warren Ellis,
Talk Talk,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Urselle,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
The Divine Comedy,
Q and Not U,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.