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 Kenya and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Last Poets to the crunk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Brick,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Yaz,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Lakeside,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.