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 Maldives and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The United States of America to the disco 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Todd Terry,
Godley & Creme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
E-Dancer,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Joe Finger,
Eli Mardock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Bang On A Can,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.