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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 48th St. Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
AZ,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
T.S.O.L.,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
The Durutti Column,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Model 500,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
New York Dolls,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.