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 Turkmenistan and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dead Boys,
Yellowson,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.