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 Palau and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
The Selecter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arab on Radar,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Essential Logic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.