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 Angola and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the rock 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Junior Murvin,
Boredoms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.