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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Cowsills to the crunk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Severed Heads,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Move,
K-Klass,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Little Man,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
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Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.